Santana walked into the bar, head held high. She knew what she wanted. Raw, animal sex with a hot girl. She wasn't sure why she felt these urges but they were strong. Sure Santana could… please herself but she wanted someone to do it for her - tonight.
She looked around and a few people turned away when their eyes met Santana's. That just meant been there done that for Santana. She looked for unfamiliar faces. Just as she was beginning to lose hope, her eyes spotted a blonde sitting at the bar, drinking a martini. This was it. Santana made her way across the crowded dance floor and reached the bar. The closer she got the more she realised just how hot this girl was. She was wearing an aqua blue dress which hugged her toned body perfectly and barely covered her upper thighs. Santana just stood there staring and lost her train of thought.
'Urm… can I help you?' the blonde called over to Santana when she caught her staring.
'W-what?' Santana was now completely distracted by this girl's body.
'I said, can I help you?' the blonde shouted a little louder.
'You tell me,' Santana answered with a flirtatious smile.
'Are you… are you hitting on me?' the blonde asked with an eyebrow raised.
'Actually, yes I am.' Santana was being really forward but she didn't care.
'I admire your arrogance,' the blonde said with a smirk.
'I'm not arrogant, I'm just trying to hook up.' Santana was getting a little defensive but remembered that she didn't have to explain herself to anyone. She was Santana fucking Lopez. The lean, mean girl machine. Okay, that was lame but she was a total heart-breaker. She sat down next to the blonde and called the bartender.
'Can I have a beer?' She didn't bother saying please. Why should she? She was doing the guy a favour by buying from his bar. The bartender slipped the glass across the counter. Condensation ran down the sides slowly. It reminded Santana of sweat and this just turned her on.
'Aren't you gonna buy me a drink?' the blonde asked, making fake sulky faces.
'Why should I? You didn't get me one and you already have one.' Perhaps Santana was being too harsh, especially with the girl she wanted to take home. Surprisingly the blonde laughed heartily and said,
'Brittany. My name's Brittany,' the blonde was still laughing. Her laugh was sexy.
'Didn't ask you but I'm Santana,' she replied with a smirk. Santana could tell Brittany wanted her but why wouldn't she? Santana was sexy and she knew it. She was wearing an extra short, tight little black dress with killer heels to show it.
'Your place or mine?' Brittany asked. Santana was taken aback by Brittany's confidence and for a moment wondered if she had met her match but realised that was impossible because no one was as badass as Santana. A few thoughts ran through her head and she reached the conclusion that she'd be more comfortable in her own apartment.
'Mine. Grab your coat blondie, we're going for a ride.' Santana laughed at her own flirting. Brittany seemed to be okay with Santana's forcefulness because she grabbed her leather jacket and stood up. Santana wondered how someone could be fine with her being so forward. Usually she would have been slapped by now if she acted like this. Somehow she knew she could push the boundaries with Brittany.
Santana lead Brittany to her red convertible. Brittany climbed in and Santana followed. The car journey was silent but not awkward. Brittany finally looked at the brunette properly. Her eyes were deep chocolate and her cheeky smile oozed confidence. That's what had attracted Brittany. She wanted someone who was cocky and hot and Santana seemed to fit the bill. Before she knew it the car was stopping and they were parked outside an impressive apartment block.
'We're here!' Santana couldn't hide her excitement and Brittany giggled quietly. They took the lift and Santana realised how beautiful Brittany's face was.
They reached the door and Santana fumbled with her keys. Her heart started thudding in her rib cage and suddenly wished they had gone to Brittany's instead. Why was she so nervous? Her palms were sweaty and she felt light-headed. She had hooked up a million times yet she'd never been nervous. No one made Santana's heart thud. She eventually managed to open the door and stepped inside. Her apartment was amazing. Modern yet minimalistic with a state of the art stereo system and a few paintings on her walls. The place was strikingly clean. Santana had to keep herself occupied when she wasn't working. Her job was somewhat boring in comparison to her personality. She was an accountant.
'Wow. This place is awesome!' Brittany stood there with her mouth open as she took in her surroundings.
'Thanks, it's my baby.' Santana replied. It was true, this apartment was Santana's pride and joy and she loved living here so much.
'Do you want a drink? Make yourself comfortable,' Santana said, pointing at her leather couch.
'I thought Santana didn't offer drinks,' the blonde laughed. 'But thanks, I'll have some water.' This isn't what Brittany had expected. She assumed Santana would drag her to her bedroom and kick her out when she was through with her. The sweet, polite Santana was a nice surprise though. Santana felt maybe she had been too hostile earlier and wanted to make it up to Brittany. After all, she didn't want the blonde to have a bad time. She returned with a glass and handed it to Brittany. Muttered a 'thank you'. Santana asked if she wanted anything else and Brittany shook her head no.
'Actually, there is one thing… I want what I came for.' Now it was Brittany's turn to be forward and Santana was a bit surprised.
'Right! Yeah, that's right. Let's go then.' Neither of them moved for a while but Santana stood up and the blonde followed. They entered Santana's room. The walls were painted black and everything else was dark red with white. They were Santana's favourite colours and Brittany thought the colours totally matched Santana's personality. The girls sat down on the double bed. This was all far too formal and there was a lot of tension. What was wrong with Santana? She was usually so smooth…
'So…' at that moment Brittany's lips crashed against Santana's, stopping her attempt to break the silence. Santana felt 15 all over again. Brittany's kissed had knocked Santana onto her back but she kissed back. Without breaking contact, they climbed under the covers. Soon they were both in their underwear. Brittany's dress had been tossed across the room and it dangled from the back of Santana's chair. They were still locked in a heated kiss and they forgot to breathe. Santana gasped for air and Brittany moaned as Santana's lips touched her neck. They weren't going to slow down. Santana dragged her teeth over the blonde's collarbones and Brittany's hand was tangled in Santana's dark hair. Santana kissed Brittany's stomach and started sliding down on the bed. Brittany just lay there pulling on Santana's hair and arching her back. She ached to be touched and wanted to have Santana everywhere. She pushed herself into Santana and closed her eyes. Santana was still teasing and couldn't help but smile at Brittany's eagerness. Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany's waist.
She was now straddling the blonde and bent down to kiss her. Brittany opened her eyes to look up at Santana who was grinding on her hips. They made eye contact for a moment but Santana looked away. Santana started pressing her palm against Brittany's centre, varying the pressure and realised how wet Brittany actually was. All that teasing paid off. Santana dismounted Brittany and moved further down the bed. She grabbed Brittany's toned thighs and pushed them apart with a bit more force than she anticipated but this just turned Brittany on even more. Brittany couldn't stop the moans from escaping her lips. Santana took this as encouragement and pressed her mouth into Brittany. Her thighs trembled and she let out a strangled cry. She dragged her tongue across Brittany slowly and dipped her tongue into the blonde's entrance. Brittany, who was gripping Santana's head with both hands, was practically in tears and so close. Santana slowed down because she didn't want Brittany to finish just yet. She took one finger and slipped it inside Brittany excruciatingly slowly. She added another and picked up the pace. She pumped her fingers in and out and buried her head deeper into Brittany, tasting her. The air was warm and Brittany's body stuck to Santana's sheets and her skin. It was definitely the best Brittany had ever had. So close. Santana sucked, pumped and licked until Brittany finally came undone. Brittany rode out her pleasure and panted, feeling her heart beating quickly as if it was trying to jump out of her chest. Santana came up with a triumphant smile. She lay back next to Brittany and wrapped her arms around the blonde. This wasn't usually part of the deal but she held her close.
'Wow, that was… amazing.' Brittany was still trying to catch her breath to no avail. 'Thank you,' she whispered and kissed Santana briefly.
'You were the best,' Brittany declared.
'Best? What do you mean?' Santana was kind of confused. She gave Brittany a quizzical look.
'You were the best I've ever had. And I have to admit there have been quite a few.' Was Santana blushing? She'd have been lying if she said she wasn't touched by the blonde's words.
'You're just saying that. Although I am pretty good,' Santana replied. Brittany laughed and sat up on the bad.
'It's my turn to show you what I've got.' With that, she pushed Santana onto her back. Santana was impressed. She always liked her 'dates' to take charge. Brittany swung her leg around Santana and pulled her into a deep kiss. Santana sat up, pulling Brittany up on her lap, and leaned against her headboard. Brittany was still holding her face and pulling her into a passionate kiss. It was a hot, sticky embrace and their chests were pressed together. This was far more affectionate and intimate than Santana's average hook up but she wasn't complaining. It was nice because they weren't rushing any more. They had all the time in the world. The kiss slowed down and Brittany's hands roamed Santana's body. Brittany sucked on Santana's neck, definitely giving her a hickey, and massaged her breasts. Santana moaned into Brittany's hair. It smelt so good, vanilla and something else Santana couldn't name. It was a Brittany smell. Santana remembered how good Brittany had tasted. Brittany slid lower and took one of Santana's nipples in her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue. This drove Santana crazy and she arched her back. This gave Brittany the signal that she had teased Santana enough. She slipped her hand between Santana's legs and started stroking. Santana bucked as the blonde increased speed and pressure. She didn't stop kissing Santana's chest as she inserted two fingers. Santana gasped as she felt Brittany's long fingers entering her. Santana needed more friction. She started grinding against Brittany's hand and Brittany sped up even more. Almost there… Santana closed her eyes and exploded into pleasure. She collapsed against her headboard and tried to catch her breath.
'Not bad yourself, Britt,' Santana panted. 'I'm just kidding, that was great.'
Brittany laughed at her nickname. 'Just trying to repay you.' Santana almost admitted that Brittany had been her best as well. Instead, she just gave Brittany a smile. Santana was having the night of her life.
'Should I leave now?' Brittany asked, looking at Santana.
'No! Don't. You can spend the night. Don't go,' Santana realised how desperate she sounded.
'Why? You just wanted to hook up and we hooked up, real good, so that's it, right?' Santana knew Brittany was right but she wanted the blonde to stay so bad.
'Stay, at least till morning. I'll make you breakfast.'
'What a gentleman.' Both girls burst into laughter. 'Okay, I'll stay. If you make pancakes,' she added with a smirk.
'You got it, blondie.'
Brittany fell asleep cuddled up to Santana.